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“Good girl. Now, come Brynn. Come all over my cock.”

This time, I don’t pull out when she comes. Liquid pushes its way through whatever tiny openings it creates around my cock, and I feel it spray all over my legs.

“That’s it, baby. Do it again,” I command moving my hips.

She moans louder when I stick my thumb all the way inside of her.

“Does that feel good, Brynn? Do you like my thumb in your tight, little asshole?”

“Yes, sir,” she cries.

“I’m going to fuck your asshole, Brynn. Would you like that?”

“Very much, sir.”

I pull my cock from her pussy and slowly push it inside of her ass. This is one thing I was surprised to learn she doesn’t have a ton of experience with. She does enjoy it, however.

“Oh, shiiit,” she moans as I bury it deep inside of her.

I wait for a moment while she gets used to me before I move again. Readjusting my grip on her hips, I pull out and push back in. Pull out, push back in. It doesn’t take long before she’s begging to come again. Once again, I let her, and she bathes my legs in her cum. When the moisture hits me, I feel my balls tightening more, and I know I’m close. I move faster until my cum shoots out of me, and I collapse on top of her.

As we both lie there, breathless and spent, I know I need to do everything in my power to keep Brynn. I don’t like to think too far ahead, but I already know if she chooses to leave at the end of the seven months, it will crush me more than I ever thought possible.

ChapterTwenty

BRYNN

When we were finished,Dick performed what he calledaftercarewhile we were still in the dungeon. This consisted of him massaging my ass, as well as my wrists, ankles, and neck. He also gently applied some soothing balm to my clit, which has already alleviated some of the pain and swelling.

He told me he would apply more once we were finished getting cleaned up, before he escorted me up a hidden, spiral staircase that leads directly to my room.

“I had no idea this was here,” I tell him.

“That’s the idea.” When he winks at me, I feel something I haven’t felt in what feels like forever.

I feel smitten.

What thefuck?

It has to have been the sex. The orgasms sending endorphins to my brain and confusing the shit out of me.

“Nine times out of ten, we will be completely naked when we leave the dungeon, and/or not in a position where we want to put our clothes back on.”

He gestures to his legs, which still have a few beads of my cum hanging from his leg hair.

“Sorry…sir.” I close my eyes.

I’ve always been a squirter, but no one has ever made me come as much as I did downstairs. The second time I’ve been with Dick, and he’s made me feel things I don’t want to feel. I don’t like it. I’ve never been that girl who gets attached or feels emotionally connected to a guy just because we’ve had sex.

But I can feel myself beginning to drift in that direction, and it’s unnerving.

He leads me into the bathroom and gets the shower started. I stand with my arms wrapped around me, my body chilled by the sweat from exertion. When the water heats up, Dick calls me over.

“Come on in, and I’ll get you cleaned up. This is another part of my aftercare routine.”

“It’s really not necessary for you to bathe me…um, sir? Do I still have to call you that?”

“Only when we’re alone, for now. But, when the time comes where we leave the dungeon to play, then yes. You will still need to refer to me as sir even if we’re in front of other people.”

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